I listened to the Nelly Furtado song I’m Like A Bird Nick Hornby writes about in his book 31 Songs sometime ago and I quite liked it. It spoke to me and for the rhythm it has I use it when I go on walks and need to escape the real world. The video was simple and there was no profanity or vulgarity anywhere which would be unreal in this day and age.
The song talks about not knowing where her home or soul is. Those are weighty matters considering most of the time I don’t even know where my phone is. Since it remains mostly in silent mode and sometimes finding it is actually a bother. Like today when the phone and I were in the same room and I still had trouble finding it. Before you ask me, no I don’t keep it in vibration mode well because it vibrates and that dilutes the effect of silence! I’m digressing but I do know where my home is. And beyond the noise of constant chatter of my mind is my soul, I think, now that I prefer silence I have some answers. If not, I am in real trouble.
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